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>>47135124
[2/2]

“Denise.” Your personal assistant, Denise Spunkmeyer, has met you in one of the parking garages leading to the underground roads underneath LGA. (The transit and highway system here is very complicated, too complicated even for you to understand.) She smiles at you, tugging on her goggles a little.

Wait, goggles? “Hey, there, ma’am!”

You point to the goggles resting on her forehead. “What’s with those?”

“Oh, well, as your personal assistant, I’ve taken the initiative to providing you a safe and affordable alternative to the LGA tram system!”

“… but the tram’s are free.”

“Are they, are they really?” asks Denise mockingly.

“… yes, they are.” Denise blinks, surprised by that. You sigh. Might as well humor her. “What’s your alternative?”

“Well, I dug up my vehicle license and found out I actually scored high enough for this!” She presents behind her back a motorcycle. Specifically, it was a Kettenkrad, painted in LGA navy blue with white stripes. “I rented it off the Red Ball Delivery services! Now, I can transport you wherever you want in a flash!” She snaps her fingers. “Shall we go?”

> “Sure, I can risk dying for one day.”
> “… how about we just take the tram for today?”
> Other

>>47135139
> “Sure, I can risk dying for one day.”

holy shit, fuck yeah!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E30QsBwrMZ0

>>47135139
>> “Sure, I can risk dying for one day.”

>>47135139
>> “Sure, I can risk dying for one day.”

Denis a cute, A CUTE

>>47135139
>> “Sure, I can risk dying for one day.”

>>47135139
>> “Sure, I can risk dying for one day.”

>>47135139
>> “Sure, I can risk dying for one day.”
I LIKE Denise. A fucking k-krad.

>>47135139
> “Sure, I can risk dying for one day.”

>>47135139
>Spunkmeyer
>Spunk
GS why?

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>>47135495
stop thinking impure things

>>47135510
Well stop writing them!

No don't.

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>>47135510
Yeah you first, with your "not lewd" cute girls.

>>47135139
>> “Sure, I can risk dying for one day.”

>>47135242
We need art of Denise.

> “Sure, I can risk dying for one day.”

You sigh, placing your bag on the back, then helping yourself onto the back. She hands you a helmet, which you put on your head. Means you’ll have to hold onto your Officer’s cap extra hard. “So, when did you get your license?”

She steps onto the driver’s seat. “Uh… about a year ago.” What. “Don’t worry, it’s not like I’m going to flip this!” You’re not worried about it getting flipped, you’re worried about her driving this into traffic. “Alright, clutch is there, brakes, accelerator… we should be good!” She pulls on some driving gloves as well, then grabs the handlebars. “Here we go!” She turns on the bike, and it sputters up to life like the little rabbit it is.

You speed right out of the parking garage.

-

-

You didn’t know what fear was until you rode a kettenkrad, with only a seatstrap clinging you to the back, exposed to the open air against traffic. This wasn’t your normal average fear.

This was advanced fear.

She looks back. “How you doing back there?” she asks.

“Poorly,” you say.

“Don’t worry!” Denise laughs as she looks forward again, actually lanesplitting through traffic! “We’ll get there in good time!” Finally, you two come to a red light.

Right next to Jeep Jockey’s jeep. He leans back in his seat, relaxed. He looks over, then his eyes widen as he sees you and Denise. “Sweet ride,” he says. Denise smiles, giving him a thumbs up. JJ gives a thumbs up back. Green light, and immediately the two of you go speeding off again.

You finally arrive at the school. Denise parks it in the section reserved for bikes, then hefts herself off the driver’s seat. “Alright, we’re at school!” She looks at you, then sees you frozen in terror. “Aww… someone’s bike-shy!” She unstraps you from your seat, then grabs your hips and stands you up.

[1/2]

>>47135639
[2/2]

Ugh, finally, solid ground. She leads you over to the forming crowd of Naval Studies Officers. Among them, Captain Spruance. “Hey, Ensign!” Captain Spruance smiles, folding her arms. “Wow, came in on that ketten, eh? That’s style right there!”

“Thank you, ma’am,” you say quietly. “Did you uh…”

Captain Spruance nods. She points to a very unamused looking, tired looking girl standing next to her. She’s tall (compared to Spruance everyone is), with frizzy blonde hair, deep bags under her steely blue eyes, and her combination cap is tipped forward giving a mean shade over the top half of her face. Yikes, someone doesn’t look happy. “Block Officer Stiina Hatteberg. Hatteberg, Elodie Zumwalt.”

Hatteberg nods, only grunting as a form of greeting. A Rank Two Officer! Whoa, if you get promoted, she'll be your direct superior! You need to make a good impression...

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>47135657
> Polite

>>47135657
>> Polite

>>47135657
> Neutral

>>47135657
>> Polite

>>47135657
>> Polite

>>47135657
> Boast

> Polite

You smile, saluting her. “Lieutenant Commander Hatteberg. It’s an honor to meet you. I hope to work under you in the near future.”

Hatteberg nods then grunts again, crossing her arms.

…

W- was that a good impression?

“Right then, introductions are settled,” says Captain Spruance. Are they!? You didn’t even get one word out of her! Hatteberg continues to look at you, apparently disinterested. “You got today to finish up preparations for Christie’s visit tomorrow. We just wanted to make sure you came around. We’ll be back after lunch to make sure things are finished, alright?”

You nod quickly. “Alright. What’s there left to do?”

“Finish the repainting around the gym, and do just a bit more dusting. Also, some gym equipment needs to be put back from yesterday. Shouldn’t be too bad,” says Spruance. Hatteberg pokes Spruance, quirking her brow. “Oh, and Hatteberg wants to watch you while you work, make sure you’re not uh… pulling anything. Of course, you’re not, haha!” You laugh nervously as Hatteberg continues to stare at you.

Oh god please.

“Right…” Spruance checks her watch. “We’ll be on our way. Hattie here will be here if you need anything.” Spruance and her entourage walk out of the school grounds, leaving you with her.

Even Denise looks quietened by Hatteberg’s deafening silence.

> Go repaint the walls.
> Go clean and dust the rooms.
> Put away the gym equipment.
> Other

>>47136010
>> Go repaint the walls.

>>47136010
> Put away the gym equipment.
Worry

>>47136010
>> Go repaint the walls.

>>47136010
>> Go repaint the walls.

>>47136010
> Go repaint the walls.

>>47136010

> Put away the gym equipment.

best girl has arrived

>>47136010
>Repaint walls

> Go repaint the walls.

-

-

The two of you, along with several Naval Studies students have arrived at the gym to repaint the walls. Your uniform have been changed out for PT clothes. “Hey!” You call out to some girls who are painting only in their bras. “Put some shirts on! You’re exposing yourself!”

“Aw, but we’ll get paint on our clothes!” she says.

“No excuses!” you shout. They grumble, getting their shirts on.

Honestly, that’s actually a really good idea. But you’re not taking your shirt off, not when there’s boys on the ship probably watching you. You walk around the scaffolding, then find an unpainted section. You’re doing this in chapters, which means one section will be painted, then on to the second section, and so on. That way it dries all evenly.

You start stroking your brush up and down, carefully. You’ve painted walls before back home. You did it for spare money for the neighbors. You also did it for community service hours. Ugh, forced community service. Worst days of your life. Five hours of it was fine for a grade, but an extra twenty just to be considered for Naval Studies? That damn near killed you.

At least you’re doing it when it’s hot and not when it’s cold.

You look back, and see Hatteberg slouching in a lawn chair, watching the lot of you. Her eyes have been covered up by sunglasses. “You think she’s watching us?” asks a student.

“I heard Hattie once caught a girl drinking a beer. And when she did, she made her drink six whole six packs as punishment!” says one. Oh great, are they speculating?

“I heard Hattie made a girl wash a car only in her swimsuit using only her body to scrub!” They all gasp, whispering and murmuring to each other.

“I heard Hattie has laser vision!” They all stare at the girl who said that. “How else does she get girls to do that shit!?”

> “Stop speculating over there!”
> “What the fuck are you girls talking about over there?”
> Let them talk, maybe it’ll amuse you.
> Other

>>47136514
> “Stop speculating over there!”
Must be leaderly!

>>47136514
>> “Stop speculating over there!”

>>47136514
> Let them talk, maybe it’ll amuse you.

>>47136514
> “What the fuck are you girls talking about over there?”

>>47136514
>> “Stop speculating over there!”

>>47136514
>Let them talk

>>47136514
>> Let them talk, maybe it’ll amuse you.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

Right, we got a tie again.

1. Let them whisper lewd nothings in your ear.
2. Shout lewd nothings in theirs.

>>47136514
>“Stop speculating over there!”

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>>47136949
You're too late anon.

Hail hydra.

> Let them talk, maybe it’ll amuse you.

You decide to let them talk for now. It probably won’t be good for morale if you keep them quiet and shout at them all day.

“Where did Hattie come from anyway?”

“They say that Captain Spruance found her deadlifting missiles on USS Port Royal. And that Spruance coaxed her into serving on LGA by providing her the promise of getting to see our butts and lots and lots of Crunch bars.”

“That’s a lie. Hattie was built in Hawaii by volcano spirits.”

“Is she from Hawaii?”

“That’s what I heard.”

“Do you think she spray lava out of her mouth?”

“Probably only out of her butt.” The three girls snicker, trying to keep quiet after you recently shouted at them. Such lack of respect for a superior Officer. Why, you… You stop painting, then hand your brush to Denise.

“Wait here,” you say. You’ve got half a mind to tell Hatteberg what these girls have been saying to you. You drop down off the scaffolding and walk over to Hatteberg, who is still slouching back in her lawn chair, sunglasses over her eyes. “Lieutenant Commander.” No response. “Lieutenant Commander?”

You blink, squinting closer at her eyes.

… is she sleeping? She’s sleeping!

> … best not to wake her up.
> Wake her up.
> Other

>>47137095
>> Wake her up.

>>47137095
>… best not to wake her up.

>>47137095
> … best not to wake her up.

>>47137095
> … best not to wake her up.

sleeping dogs

>>47137095
>> … best not to wake her up.

>>47137095
>> … best not to wake her up.
Don't poke a sleeping bear.

> … best not to wake her up.

You decide it best not to wake her up. Maybe you’ll tell her of those student’s insolence later.

And with that, you return to painting with Denise. “Is Hattie watching us?” she asks. You shrug. Denise looks back, a little scared, then goes back to painting faster, with both of your brushes. You swipe one from her hand, then get back to painting as well.

-

-

And with that, the gym itself has been completely repainted in full. All of you start moving towards a grove of trees to rest in the shade. Your arm feels like it’s been twisted to the point of falling off. Hatteberg rubs her face, leaning forward as she wakes up to see the entire gym repainted in just about two hours. She nods, pulling a couple of Crunch bars out of her bag and unwrapping them to eat.

But as you all sit underneath the tree in the shade, she starts walking over. Oh shit.

She walks up to you in particular, and you quickly stand up and salute. The girls all quieten their gossip to look at you two. “Lieutenant Commander.” She munches on a Crunch bar, tipping her sunglasses down to look at you. “We painted the gym, we were just taking a ten minute break to rest ourselves before the next chore.” She nods slowly, then offers you a Crunch bar. How can you refuse? You take one. “Um, thank you.”

She nods again, folding her arms as she looks over at the gym. She points to it, quirking her brow. “Um, yeah, paint is drying. We did it in sections, so that it all dries evenly.” She nods again.

Okay, this is getting difficult.

However, surprisingly, she smiles happily, pulling her sunglasses off. Uh, what is she doing? “Good job,” she says quietly, in a very raspy voice.

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>47137576
>> Boast

>>47137576
>> Polite

>>47137576
>Polite

>>47137576
>> Polite

>>47137576
>Polite

>>47137576
>> Polite

>>47137576
> Boast

> Polite

“Oh, thank you, ma’am.”

She nods, then shows her watch. It’s actually about time for lunch. She points down to the courtyard. “Alright, I’ll call a lunch break then. Shouldn’t we worry about the gym equipment though, move that back inside?” She shrugs, looking at you. “Eh, I guess I’ll have another crew worry about it.”

She grunts, shoves her hands in her pockets. And with that, she turns and walks away.

“Wow,” says one of the students. “Zumwalt survived a conversation with Hattie.” They start whispering and gossiping.

“Alright, that’s enough,” you say. They quiet down, letting you speak. “It’s time for lunch.”

-

-

Again, Oleg was here to provide ice cream with the rest of the food trucks. “Ah, best solnyshka and best solnyshka! What surprise!” He hands you the usual creamsicle and another strawberry ice cream cone to Denise.

“Hey, Oleg,” you say. “How’s everything going?”

“Griselda, cutest one, is having me unrust and restore Koenigstiger to functioning capability. Have to source new engine, need to forge new tracks, need to remove rust and grime, other than that, basic work. Nothing too different from restoring aircraft,” he says. “Has the Jeep Jockey talked to you yet?”

“No,” you say. “Why?”

“He actually called Griselda while we were talking, and he said he was able to acquire engine for Centaur I.” What, really!? You smile happily. “One condition though. Very, very, big condition. Griselda wanted to talk to you about it over practice later today.”

“What’s that?” you ask.

“Eh… she did not want to say to me,” he says. “But- enough serious talk, go on, have ice cream. Creamsicles not good?” He holds up a Spongebob ice cream pop. “We have Spongebob Squarepants! Or perhaps you may prefer sodapop instead!”

> Talk with Oleg for a while. See what’s the deal with him.
> Talk with Denise a bit.
> See if you can get more than two words out of Hatteberg today.
> Other

>>47137907
> See if you can get more than two words out of Hatteberg today.

>>47137907
>> Talk with Oleg for a while. See what’s the deal with him.

>>47137907
>> Talk with Oleg for a while. See what’s the deal with him.

>>47137907
>> Talk with Denise a bit.

>>47137907
> Talk with Denise a bit.

>>47137907
>> Talk with Denise a bit.

> Talk with Denise a bit.

“Where did you even get that Kettenkrad anyway?”

Denise smiles. “I rented it off the Red Ball Delivery Services. All I have to do is pay them a modest fee and make sure it gets returned to them by the end of next month, where I can renew it for another modest fee.” Oh, that sounds reasonable. “Still, you didn’t seem too happy about riding that.”

“I just think you need more straps or something back there, or something safer than just riding on the back like that,” you say.

Denise rubs her chin. “Hm. Well, it did come with a trailer-“

“On second thought.” You are NOT riding in a trailer like a child. “I’ll ride on the back.” Denise smiles happily, licking at her ice cream cone.

“You ride Kettenkrad, solnyshka?” asks Oleg. Denise nods to him, grinning. “Ah, fine vehicle. I own myself a Minsk and a M72 as well. Perhaps I can take you for ride sometimes.”

Denise beams a little. “Really? It come with a sidecar?”

“Oh, no, I don’t use sidecar. You can ride on back, you just have to hold on tight, da?” Denise lights up red like a Christmas light, biting her lip and twiddling her fingers embarrassedly.

You fold your arms, glaring at Oleg. “I don’t appreciate you flirting with my personal assistant, Oleg.”

“Oh, how can I refuse such cute customers?” he says. “I apologize deeply if I offend you.” You roll your eyes.

You see Hatteberg get your attention one last time. She points to her watch. You look at yours. Ooh, you got about an hour before quitting time to do one last thing…

> Clean up
> Remove gym equipment
> Other

>>47138481
>> Remove gym equipment
Let's finish it.

>>47138481
> Remove gym equipment

>>47138481
>> Remove gym equipment

>>47138481
>> Remove gym equipment

>>47138481
> Remove gym equipment

>>47138481
> Clean up

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>>47138481
>denise getting ideas

remind her where we are to be stowed

answer NOT ON DICK

> Remove gym equipment

-

-

“Alright, come on, come on!” You wave in the girls carrying in the collapsible soccer goals. “Hustle, everybody!” A few more use a tractor to drive in a mat dedicated to the pole vaulting team. Why do we even have a pole vaulting team anyway? As everything gets put into sport storage, you check your clipboard of everything that needs to be put away. So far, you’re all making good time.

At this rate, you should have everything inside in no time. Considering that you pulled in all fifty girls to help you, that certainly helps things along.

Finally, the mats were coming in as well. That should be the last of it along with the bases from the baseball field. You cross your arms, looking inside to see the girls stacking everything neatly, from chairs, to mats, to bats and lacrosse poles and ball bins, everything is getting put away nice and cleanly.

You wonder why it has to be you and why General Studies didn’t put away all this shit yesterday. Ugh.

You’re tapped on the shoulder, and you turn around to see Hatteberg, McLean, and Spruance behind you. Oh fuck. You almost jump when you realize. “Oh, ma’ams! I was- we were just finishing things up here. I just wanted to tell you that.”

“Looks like it,” says Spruance. Her sleeves flap around a bit, still too big for her little arms. “But, you’ve done very well for yourself, Zumwalt. Showed a lot of hustle on this. I can appreciate that.”

[1/2]

>>47138904
[2/2]

You nod. “Thanks, ma’am.”

“And for that…” You gasp. Is this what you think it is? She snaps her fingers. McLean reaches into her bag and pulls out a white armband with a three black chevrons on it, with a fleur-de-lis behind it. “You’re promoted to Lieutenant.”

> PROMOTION ATTAINED
> YOU ARE NOW RANK THREE – LIEUTENANT
> Privileges acquired:
> Personal Office
> Increased Pay (500 DOLLARS every week)
> + 5 Vacation Days
> + 30 CP

You smile, happily. “Thank you, ma’am. I won’t let you down.” You hold the armband in your hands.

“Yes, yes!” Captain Spruance grins excitedly. “Delivery will bring around the more formal stuff later on. Tomorrow morning you report to Hattie here. As you were, Lieutenant.” Spruance and Hatteberg take their leaves, saluting you. You salute back. Lieutenant McLean grins, saluting you proudly, before taking her leave as well.

Denise smiles. “You did it!” You quickly hug Denise, leaving her surprised and confused before looking at your armband. Yes! Yes! Yes!

And with that, the day, and the job is over.

> JOB COMPLETED

> Report to the Tankery HQ.
> Get some fine food to celebrate.
> Call Someone (Who?)
> Other

>>47138924
>> Report to the Tankery HQ.

>>47138924
Woooo
> Report to the Tankery HQ.

>>47138924
>> Report to the Tankery HQ.
On the way:
>> Get some fine food to celebrate.

>>47138924
> Report to the Tankery HQ.

Personal Office, you say?

>>47138924
>You quickly hug Denise
Impossible, their assets prevent such action

>>47138924
>Report to the Tankery HQ.

take denise to the office for discipline when?

>>47138924
>> Report to the Tankery HQ.

> Report to the Tankery HQ.

-

-

You and Denise happily smile as you roll on your way to the Tank Hangar, until you look up at the sky. You hear the low buzzing noise of fighters, Supermarine Spitfires, along with the bigger Lockheed Hudsons, and the smaller P-40Ns. They circle around the Academyship like vultures. What’s their deal?

Denise pulls you in to the Tank Hangar, where you see a few of the crews muttering to each other, gossiping about something. You find out quickly what that something is, Griselda down the hangar talking to Jack Cochran (Captain of the Kill Devil Hills Skycraft team). You find, Winona, Ingrid, Stack, and Josephina in their own little group. “Hey, what’s going on?” you ask.

“Jack Cochran,” says Stack. “He’s talking to Griselda over there. I think they want you in on it too.” What for? You motion for Denise to stay with the group, then jog on over. When they see you, Griselda and Jack smile. Jack isn’t alone, a few other boys, even Jeep Jockey are with him.

“Something the matter?” you ask.

Griselda folds her arms. “We were uh… coming to an arrangement for the engine.”

“Yeah, our little Jeep driver here tells me you need to use one of our engines, a Merlin,” says Jack. “Those are pretty hard to come by, I hope you know that.” You shrug, nodding understandably. “But hey, you’re doing us a service by letting us train here on your ship, so we can cut you some slack, let you have the engine in exchange for doing us a service too.”

[1/2]

>>47139376
[2/2]

“What’s that?” you ask.

“They want to use our tanks as target practice,” says Griselda.

… Target practice?

Jack nods. “Yeah, see, in Skycraft we try and train not just our ability to tackle fighters but also our ability to attack ground targets too. That means occasionally we load up bombs, rockets, the likes. Don’t worry, we’re using paint rounds, much easier to use.”

“It won’t be just for today,” says Griselda. “It’ll be for as long as Kill Devil Hills is here too.”

You blink, folding your arms. You look over at Jeep Jockey. “Hey, don’t look at me, it was his idea,” he says. Sure it was.

“… can we come to another arrangement?” you ask.

“Look, the engines are really expensive,” says Jack. “Since it’s your tank getting that engine, Griselda here was adamant that you be part of the conversation. I’d rather not settle for less. What do you say?”

> “Fine.”
> “No deal, I’m not cleaning up paint for you guys.”
> Other

>>47139390
> “Fine.”

>>47139390
>> “Fine.”
>As long as it's just paste rounds, anything else even by accident will come at the expense of your school and club.

We need to make that clear at least, maybe have it on paper.

>>47139390
> “Fine.”
> "Just don't actually thrash our Tanks, alright?"

>>47139390
> Other
This isn't going to get in the way of our matches, is it?

>>47139390
>> “Fine.”

>>47139390
> “No deal, I’m not cleaning up paint for you guys.”

>>47139390
>>47139427
Seconding

>>47139390
>> “Fine.”
>> Other
"as long as you loan paint cleaner for us"

> “Fine.”

“Okay, fine. Do we have it in writing?” Jack snaps his fingers, and one of the boys presents a contract.

“Right, short list of it,” Jack says as you read it. “We get to use your tanks as target practice whenever we want, we will only use paint rounds, anything else will void the contract and you’ll keep the engine. However, if you wish to void the contract, payment must be in made in full for the engine at its new pricing, yadda yadda.” You decide to sign it. You guess it can’t get any worse than that, right?

Griselda hands the contract back to Jack. “There you go, Jack. So, when are you going to do target practice?”

“Today, actually,” he says. “I wouldn’t have everyone circling overhead for nothing.” Oh, that’s why they’re circling like vultures. “We’ll see you after practice, alright?” And with that, the boys go on and leave.

You fold your arms, looking at Griselda sternly. “I don’t really approve of us being used as target practice.”

“It’ll be fine,” says Griselda. “I mean, they don’t even have that many bombers.”

> Talk with Griselda
> Talk with one of the Crews (Which?)
> Talk with your own crew
> Start practice
> Other

>>47139673
>Talk with your own crew
Give them a heads up
>Talk with the other crews
Explain why they're being bombed

>>47139673
>> Talk with your own crew

>>47139673
> Talk with your own crew

>>47139673
so ... can we shoot back with the machine guns if we have them?

This might be retarded, but what if we had them bomb us while we train, teach them to work while stressed?

>>47139673
> Talk with your own crew


>We get to use your tanks as target practice whenever we want
I'm just waiting for when "whenever we want" just so happens to be at the exact time we're expected for a match. Since they didn't specify for such things.

>>47139673
> Talk with Griselda

> Talk with your own crew

“We’re going to be used as target practice for the boys?” asks Stack. “What kind of deal is that?”

“It’s one that guarantees our Centuar is upgraded to a Cromwell tank,” you say. “Just so you know, it’s not the end of the world. It’s only every time they want, and I’m sure like after maybe a month it’ll get boring for them.”

“Hmph.” Ingrid folds her arms. “Do we have to clean the tanks ourselves?” You remain quiet. They all groan, looking at the tank. Soon that tank is going to be covered in paint and there’s nothing you can do to stop it. Hmph, the least the boys could do is clean up their messes but boys will be boys you suppose.

“Oh whatever,” says Winona. “It’s not like they’re going to kill us, right?”

-

-

Your tank shakes as the planes buzz on overhead. During your maneuvering practice, the planes moved in. “RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!” yells Suvorov as the Panzer III rolls across the field. Behind it, a Spitfire and two P-40s were firing at it with their machine guns and cannons, splattering the field with paintballs. “WE GAVE GROUND TO DEFEAT NAPOLEON, WE WILL GIVE GROUND NOW!” Their Panzer III is suddenly splattered red and pink by a huge bomb from a low flying Hudson.

[1/2]

>>47140166
[2/2]

Meanwhile, in the Churchill, bombs were going off all around it, more red paint was being splattered against its top. “Oh dear,” says Iris simply. They aren’t even trying to run, they know they’re too slow to run.

Unlike the Polish who are attempting to FIRE BACK. “GET THEM! GET THEM!” yells Serafina fires the 90mm. Unfortunately, she forgets that the tank shells are designed to disintegrate outside of a certain area, both horizontally and vertically. “AH! USELESS!”

“Guys, calm down!” Griselda tries to rally everyone over the radio as her Sherman rolls through the chaos of planes flying overhead, buzzing past your tanks. “We can still-“ Her Sherman is suddenly riddled by paint cannon fire, splattering it red. “Oh, nuts! They got me.”

The Centaur rumbles loudly as a Hudson passes over. “AH!” Stack covers her ears. “FUCK PLANES!”

“I want to get out!” yells Winona. "They're going to kills us!"

“This is nuts!” screams Ingrid. She cowers in her seat, holding her hands over her head.

“Pute, pute, pute!” screams Josephina as she death grips the controls to the Centaur.

The tank shakes again as another plane flies on low, its wing meters away from clipping the top of your turret. THAT’S DANGEROUS! STOP THAT!

> Fuck this shit, back to the Hangar!
> Evasive action, dodge until practice is over!
> Other

>>47140181
>> Evasive action, dodge until practice is over!
>>Other
Swear you get AA guns later. Big ones. Bolo time.

>>47140181
>Stop being a bunch of fucking cowards jesus christ

>>47140181
>Evasive action, dodge until practice is over!

>>47140181
> Evasive action, dodge until practice is over!

>>47140181
>Evasive action, dodge until practice is over!
Head into the woods! Once we're clear from vision from the air, camoflague Oliver. Might be a good chance to learn some skills.

>>47140203
Infinitely better than the 9mm Anti-Air SMGs the Italians made...

>>47140181
>> Evasive action, dodge until practice is over!

>>47140181
> Evasive action, dodge until practice is over!

>>47140181
>> Evasive action, dodge until practice is over!

German? Didn't we get a M2 Browning Machien gun?

Can't we use that since it's on a AA mount?

>>47140321
Sure you can.

>>47140321
anon i know the paint is bad but literally shooting them down is probably a bit too far

>>47140368
it has paint rounds too i bet
RETURN FIRE!

>>47140383
anon we shoot tanks with these rounds why the hell would we be packing paintballs

>>47140395
Magic ammo, it somehow does what we want it too

> Evasive action, dodge until practice is over!

“Josephina, you stop being scared for two minutes and get us the fuck out of here!” you shout.

“Aaahhh!” Josephina grabs the stick and propels the tank forward. “C’est des conneries! I don’t like this!” You dare to poke your head out of the turret and look to where you’re going. You blink, then see a grove of trees separating the Tank Hangar from one of the farms.

“There! There! Left stick!” you yell. “Aim for those trees!” The Centaur I blasts its way over the paint covered dirt. You look up to see another P-40 fly past at treetop levels. Underneath its wings are a pair of rockets, which ignite and fire away. The two rockets sail towards the Pershing, then airburst in front of it. The paint splatters all over the front of the Pershing, making it almost neon red.

“This isn’t actually that bad,” says Serafina.

“Speak for yourself,” says Iris. The paint has gone from just red to now loud bits of blue, green, white, and yellow. The Churchill simply cannot hope to move anywhere.

But your Centaur keeps on pushing on! You finally make it to the grove of trees. “Quick, everybody! Out, out, out!” You all bail out of the tank. “Grab some sticks and leaves and start camouflaging the tank!” Everyone is quick to grab something to put on the tank, leaves, sticks, bushes, blades of grass, anything to disguise it from the air. More tanks buzz right overhead, shaking your ears and stunning you from the blast of their engines.

Jesus Christ, how do they fly those things!?

Finally, once the tank is all nice and disguised, you all dive in and wait.

“Good driving, Josephina,” says Ingrid. Josephina smiles happily, still craning her head over from the lack of space.

“We’re safe, right?” says Winona.

“We should be-“ The tank rumbles as a plane roars overhead. Everyone is quiet.

[1/2]

>>47140601
[2/2]

…

“Yeah, I think we’re safe,” says Stack. Everyone relaxes, groaning in frustration.

What a practice this turned out to be.

> + 5 TALENT TO INGRID, JOSEPHINA, AND WINONA
> - 5 MORALE TO INGRID, JOSEPHINA, WINONA, AND STACK

-

-

“Whooo! That was pretty fun!” says Jack Cochran with an excited smile.

“Yeah! You girls put up one hell of a fight! We don’t get targets in matches that move around so much! Which tanks was trying to shoot back at us?” says one of the pilots. You all point to the Poles lying tiredly on their tank, who like their tank have been covered in paint that leaked into the crew cabin. In fact, that was the same issue with the other crews. Iris and her girls were still drinking tea, but their nice dresses and outfits were covered in paint. The Junior Historians at least seemed to be having fun with dousing each other in water.

But as for you, your crew, and Griselda, that was a fucking nightmare.

“Well, we’ll be back next week then,” says Jack Cochran. “I know you got a match coming up soon so we won’t impose on you, alright? Enjoy our engine.” They turn around, leaving.

Jeep Jockey however, stays for a minute. “Hey, listen, sorry. I know this wasn’t exactly uh… fun for you, but this was the best I could do.”

> “Eh, thanks anyway.”
> “If this is your best, I’d hate to see your worst.”
> “Forget about it.”
> Other

>>47140626
>> “Eh, thanks anyway.”

>>47140626
>> “Eh, thanks anyway.”

>>47140626
>> “Eh, thanks anyway.”

>>47140626
>Ignore flyboys, acquire stacks

>>47140626
> “Eh, thanks anyway.”

>>47140601
>> “Eh, thanks anyway.”
...
yeah...

>>47140626
> “Eh, thanks anyway.”

>>47140626
>“Eh, thanks anyway.”

> “Eh, thanks anyway.”

You fold your arms. “Eh, thanks anyway, Jock. At least we have the engine.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He hooks his thumbs on his pockets, biting his lip. “That’s good, that’s good. Um, yeah. I mean, if you ever need anything. I’m around I guess. You already have my number, you can call me I can drive you wherever you need to be.” That might actually be something useful, another time though perhaps. “Anyway, I should go. Gotta drive the guys back.”

“Alright, see you, Jock.” He nods, waving goodbye before heading out with the rest of the boys. Ugh, you rub your hair, and find little flecks of paint in it. Ugh, damn it. You look over to inspect the tanks. The Pershing and the Churchill got the worst of it, being almost entirely covered in paint. The Panzer III and the Sherman are polka-dotted now with bright dots of color from cannon rounds. Not even your Centaur escaped the damage, having some streaks of paint here and there from stray bombs.

Oleg walks over. “Solnyshka, Griselda. Do not be worrying about the paint. Tonight, I will clean it up for you!”

“What?” Griselda blinks. “This is five tanks, and you have to restore the KT, and you have to mod the Merlin and fit it into the Centaur before tomorrow night! How are you gonna get all of that done!”

“Ha, ha, through plenty of vodka and lots of determination!”

“The drinking age is 21 here,” you say.

“… I am 21!” he says loudly. “At least, according to my ID.” He turns around, whistling innocently.

… you’ll overlook that for now.

> Hit those showers
> Head out and grab dinner with the crew
> Talk with someone (Who?)
> Other

>>47140981
> Hit those showers

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>>47140981
>hit showers with crew and denise
>lewds
>get dinner with them all after

>>47140981
>> Hit those showers

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>>47141051
No lewds in the showers, anon.

>>47140601
> Hit those showers

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i've always headcanoned oleg as an actual adult older than the rest of the skycraft team with a thick russian accent, deep voice and stained tank top

he just sticks around for the business he makes and he likes to watch planes fly around ever since he was an aircraft mechanic in the USSR

>>47140981
>Hit the showers
>Have dinner with crew
>Our treat
They uh...did not deserve this thrust upon them.

>>47140981

>>47141051
also, cheer stack up

>>47141183
I actually write Oleg like that too.

Honestly, I don't have a specific age or actual backstory to him. He just is.

>>47140981
>Other
Help Oleg.

> Hit those showers

-

-

“Boys are such assholes!” Winona leans forward on the edge of the bath with Ingrid and Josephina. You and Stack take to the showers, washing away any paint in your hair. This time, Denise has joined you, scrubbing your back with soap with her hands. “Why do they have to be so rough?”

“Yeah,” says Ingrid. “I thought Tankery was tough, but the way those planes flew, you’d have to think those guys were madmen.”

“Ugh.” Stack shakes her head. “Hate it, absolutely hate Skycraft. It’s so brutal! No honor to any of it!” She places her hands on her hips, looking at you. “What do you think?”

You shrug. “Not too familiar with Skycraft.”

“Good,” says Stack. She turns her nose up. “Why, next time if those boys come at us. I’ll load up that .50 with paint shells and just blat-blat-blat!” She mimes the firing motion of a .50. “I’ll shoot ‘em out of the sky!” She sighs. “Honestly.”

Winona smiles at you. “I noticed an armband on your uniform today, Ellie. Did something happen?”

You grin. “I got promoted.” Everyone gasps, then they all immediately congratulate you. Except for Ingrid, who simply gives you a thumbs up as she dozes off in the bath. “Yep, I get my own office, Denise is now a secretary to me, and I get bigger work to do under Lieutenant Commander Hatteberg.”

“Nice!” Winona grins. “You should send me some pics of your office when you get unpacked!” Hopefully it’s a big office. With lots of space like your room! She gasps. “Oh, that reminds me, isn’t J. Walter Christie Tech coming to visit tomorrow?” You nod. “Eeee! Do you think you could sneak me in to meet Perrine Hobart!?”

“Why would you want to meet that Dr. Frankenstein girl?” asks Stack.

“You shut up, Stack! Just shut up! Meanie!” Winona looks back at you, pleading. “Please, I’ll be extra good!”

> “Fine.”
> “Fine, on one condition.” (Name condition)
> “No.”
> Other

>>47141425
>One condition
Slave for a week

>>47141425
> “Fine.”

>>47141425
>> “Fine, on one condition.” (Name condition)
You have to help Denise for a week.

>>47141425
>> “Fine, on one condition.” (Name condition)
no more nicknames!

>>47141425
>> “Fine.”

>>47141425
>> “Fine, on one condition.” (Name condition)
Slavery.

>>47141425
>Fine, on one condition.
>You have to salute me.

Next tanks we'll get will be Wirbelwinds and Skinks. Quad .50s on everything. Fuck those planes.

>>47141750
let's just buy BUKs and shilkas

>>47141425
>>47141487
>>47141506
These.

>>47141425
> “Fine, on one condition.” (>>47141474
)

> “Fine, on three conditions.”

“One.” You hold up a finger. She nods frantically. “No more nicknames. Ellie is fine.” She nods at that, patting the floor happily. “Two. You have to help Denise for the week with whatever she wants.” Denise quirks her brow, confused at that. “Three. You have to be my slave for next week too.”

“Done, done, done!” yells Winona. “Put a chain and dog ears on me, I’ll be your little doggy! Woof!” She grins happily. “Just let me meet Perrine Hobart! Please! Please! Please!” Uh, that’s quite enough. You nod at that. “Yes! Hold on just a second!” She quickly gets out of her bath, and reaches into her coat pocket on one of the benches near the locker. She quickly dials her phone. What’s she doing?

Stack looks at you, smirking. “You realize you’ve made a terrible mistake, right?”

“Please, I was only joking,” you say. “I didn’t actually expect her to do such a thing.” Stack rolls her eyes.

“Speaking of which…” She motions you closer. “Um, could I talk to you, candidly for a second.” Oh? You nod. She whispers in your ear. “I’m kind of worried about Ingrid.” She points over to Ingrid, who messes around on her phone a little. “Do you think you could spare some time tomorrow to like… spend some time with her, get her spirits up maybe?”

You blink. “Um, maybe, if I have time.”

[1/2]

>>47142050
[2/2]

“If you have time, I’m just-“ Stack coughs a bit. “I just want to make sure everybody’s in tip top form for Heinlein this weekend. It’s coming up faster than we thought.”

“Yeah, it is,” you say.

> Note: As the current sole ELITE crewmember on your crew, Stack will alert you to dropping moods in certain crewmembers and potential issues with the tank.

“It’s nice you care though, Stack.”

“Hey, a crew’s a family, you know?” she asks. “We got to act the part.” You nod. Fair enough.

-

-

After your shower, all six of you leave the showers fully refreshed. Now what to do? “We should celebrate Ellie’s promotion!” says Winona. “I say we get a cake!”

“Yeah, I’d love a cake!” yells Stack. “Get me some chocolate, vanilla, maybe some fruitcake, oooooh- no, ICE CREAM CAKE!” Winona and Stack gasp loudly.

Josephina blinks. “I’d like ice cream cake too.”

> “No cake, let’s just eat out.”
> “Fine, we’ll get a cake.”
> “Nah, I’d rather just head home and eat leftovers.”
> Other

>>47142067
>> “No cake, let’s just eat out.”

>>47142067
>“Fine, we’ll get a cake.”

>>47142067
> “Fine, we’ll get a cake.”

>>47142067
>> “Fine, we’ll get a cake.”
PROMOTED PARTY!

>>47142067
>“Fine, we’ll get a cake.”

>>47142067
>"Fine, we'll get a cake."
>Get the crew something extra too. They had a rough day at training.

>go get cake
>Lex Luthor just done steal all of them
>no cake

> “Fine, we’ll get a cake.”

-

-

You decided to humor them and to help them out of their rough day at training by not just ordering ice cream cake, but also by picking up other kinds of pastries at a bakery like cannoli, cinnamon buns, and other sugary treats to enjoy. “Yay!” Once you arrive back at your dorm, you unpack the cake.

It’s a delicious cake, big enough for the six of you. It was a circular kind, with a white coating with frozen frosting roping around the edges, with strawberry jam spelling out “Happy Birthday, Ellie!” (It was free to take it as happy birthday and not happy promotion). And inside was a rich dark interior, which crumbled in your mouth and tingled on your tongue. Mmm! You’ve never had anything like this before!

Ah, ice cream goodness.

> + 5 MORALE TO WINONA, JOSEPHINA, AND STACK

“So how much money are getting every Monday?” asks Winona.

“500 dollars,” you say. Everyone in awe at that. Yep, you’re being paid 500 dollars a week. Praise be. “Plus, I get my own office, think I already told you that.”

“Is your office gonna be big?” asks Stack.

“It better be,” you say.

“It should be!” says Denise. “Only the best for you, Lieutenant!”

There’s a knock at the door. “Oooh, my delivery!” Winona runs to the door. “Delivery?”

[1/2]

>>47142483
[2/2]

She opens the door, revealing that same Red Ball Delivery Service girl that sent you your parent’s care package. “Red Ball Deliveries.” She holds out a package to Winona. Winona squeals, taking it. The girl holds out her hand, smiling. Winona slaps her hand. “Er- I’m not asking for a high-“

Winona slams the door on her. “It’s in!”

“What’s in?” you ask. She immediately tears the package open.

“I just ordered it while we were in the bath! It’s part of the LGA team store!” She pulls it out.

… Dog ears and a collar? She puts them on her head and puts the collar on her neck. She immediately kneels down next to you, grinning. “I am your loyal mutt for the next week! What do you want from me!?”

> “For you to stop.”
> “Erm. Uh.”
> “Please stop.”
> Other

>>47142502
>> Other
....."Hand"

>>47142502
Well this is weird. Some kind of AntiYukari. If the two come into contact, the local area goes poof.

>>47142514
I'll support this.

>>47142502
>> Other

Shake, good girl

>>47142502
>“Erm. Uh.”
Spaghetti? Spaghetti.

>>47142502
>Help me get info on our next LGA match. preferably their last matches to study their tactics.

>>47142502
>Erm, uhh...
>Please stop

>>47142514
Yessss.

>>47142514
Explain.

This better not be lewd.

>>47142502
>Other
No words now, only headpats.

>>47142647
Anon means hand for shaking. Like a dog.

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>>47142647

>>47142647
Standard dog trick 101. Hold our hand, palm up say "Hand" and dog put their paw on it. Usually a sign of obedience since dogs really need their paw to stand and walk. unlike us humies.

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WITNESS

http://mediadownloads.mlb.com/mlbam/mp4/2016/05/08/669453283/1462670462797/asset_2500K.mp4

>>47142647
Marriage

>>47142647
Just hand holding.
....oh wait.

> Other

“Hand please.” You hold out your hand. She places hers on yours, then gives you a very warm grin. Denise, Josephina, Stack, and even Ingrid are giggling in the background at the display. Winona happily laughs a little, rubbing her hand up against the palm of yours very smoothly. Oh, her skin is so smooth, so delicate…

…

THIS IS VERY UNCOMFORTABLE.

“U-… um. G- good dog?” you say.

Winona gives you a thumbs up. “Yeah!” WINONA PLEASE STOP THIS “You’re taking me to see her visit tomorrow, right? Right?’

“I- I guess,” you say. “We’ll have to see if they even want me there I mean-“ Your Officer’s Pad beeps. Huh?

> From Gertrude:

> Hey, Ellie! I want you to come over to the GSAG tomorrow morning to meet Perrine Hobart! Captain Spruance and friends are all gonna be there! It’s gonna be great!

> XOXOXO

Winona looks at your email. “Huh, why’s Gertrude giving you hugs and kisses?” She gets a very coy smile. “Does someone have a secret girlfriend we should know about?”

AAAAAHHHHHHH

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>>47142835
WE ARE ALL WITNESSES

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kl-ZqQ_InX8

That's it for tonight's chapter of LGA2. Hope you all enjoyed, hope you'll be back tomorrow for the last of the weekend hopefully.

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See you next time.

>>47142864
Thanks fer runnin, Schteel. See ya tomorrow.

>>47142835
>>“Hand please.” You hold out your hand. She places hers on yours, then gives you a very warm grin. Denise, Josephina, Stack, and even Ingrid are giggling in the background at the display. Winona happily laughs a little, rubbing her hand up against the palm of yours very smoothly. Oh, her skin is so smooth, so delicate…
Are we fulfilling Winona's fetish? Are we fulfilling yours, you motherfucker?

>>47142864
Thanks for the fun, Boss.
Sorry I missed it.
Stupid work making me travel.

Isn't tomorrow mothers day?

Am I the only one who wants Elodie to turn out to be just straight or utterly uninterested in relationships?

It seems like it would fit her character more, or maybe I'm just fatigued from quests always descending into waifu wars.

>>47142942
Don't be a stick in the mud.

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>>47142918
Please, my fetish is very nice legs, glasses, redheads, tans, and oppai lolis. Y'all are exaggerating.

>>47142933
It is, I'll still run regardless and give my mother warmest regards from her son.

>>47142982
>and oppai lolis

Eh, I mean one part of that is good.

>>47142959
But isn't Elodie herself kind of an incorrigible stick in the mud?

>>47142982
So when is Griselda going to add new tank crews and tanks?

I mean it's been two matches already, I expected she would have gotten one already.

>>47143743
She'll bring on new talent soon.

Have faith in the GrisGris.

>>47143805
I'm starting to lose faith after the tiger fiasco.

Also does the contract imply not to attack during matches?

When will the Centaur be upgraded?

>>47143934
It's not so much as the contract implies not to attack during matches as it is that it's common courtesy.

Also, they'd just pause the match and declare a forfeit on you if you were suddenly attacked by airplanes.

As for the Centaur, wait and see.

>>47143988
But boys are protrayed to be icky in this series so it wouldn't surprise me, shouldn't that be rectified in the contract or rather been at place?

>>47143988
But what if both sides were attacked by airplanes? Could it just be considered an extremely unlikely weather event?

>>47144047
Boys are icky but they're not complete assholes.

>>47144050
The match will be paused, and either:

A. resume if planes can be warded away
B. called due to inclement weather and match awarded to whoever killed more tanks than the other.

>>47144070
Refer to Oleg and the Gary Stu that kind of ruined guys for this series.

So you are saying it won't happen.